CHAPTER FOUR
He put it bluntly. "Up to my room."
She looked around the room quickly, as though fearful someone might have heard him.
"I don't know, John," she said slowly. "I just don't know."
He stood up. "All right. Forget it."
"Don't be annoyed at me, John. I'm afraid my aunt will find out, if I do."
"Is she your keeper?" he asked bluntly.
Joan frowned. "I live in her house. I have to be careful not to make her angry."
"Why should she be angry? I don't belong to her. You don't belong to her."
She got up from the bench, placed her hand on his arm. It felt nice. He wanted to grab her, kiss her hard, but restrained himself. She pressed her body against his and he felt the delicious heat and softness of it. He became much more aroused.
"John...." she said and stopped.
"Come with
